Ferry Crossing

We were very tired, we were very merry- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable- But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top, underneath a moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, were very merry- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head, And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read. And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears, And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.